PAUL KAREEM TAYYAR

Lying in Bed, the Two of Us Listening to Janis Joplin

 

This, too, is winter’s dream,
The soft love of starlight that runs its hands along the rooftops,
Its light the afterglow from the funeral pyre of the goddess,
The boat of her soul sailing away from shore,
The villagers all gathered around the fire,
Each lost within the private spell she left for them before she departed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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